Authors: Kaye Chambers

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“I need—” Her words melted into another desperate cry as the pinpoints of heat and pleasure scattered through her began to gather and tighten. “Kiss me.”

True love’s path never did run smooth.

Wolf Games

Granite Lake Wolves, Book 3

After seven years of total denial, Maggie Raynor’s body—and her inner wolf—are in full revolt.

Weak and shaky, she literally falls into the very large and capable arms of the Granite Lake Beta, Erik Costanov. The last thing she wants is a mate, particularly when just looking at another wolf scares her to death. And one as big and sexy as Erik? Really bad idea, no matter what her libido says.

Erik expected to meet Maggie in Whitehorse to escort her to the home of her sister, his pack’s Omega. Sheer chance puts him in the right place at the right time to catch her, but the realization that hits him with the force of a full body shot is no accident. She’s his mate. An even bigger shock? She wants no part of him—not until she resolves her issues.

She’ll have to work fast, because they’re both selected to represent the pack during the premier sporting event for wolves in the north. Not only will she have to work as a team with Erik, she’ll have to face down her fear of wolves. Let the Games begin.

Warning: Contains uber-sexy werewolves of Russian descent, reluctant mates and exotic travels through the Yukon wilderness. Includes sarcasm and hot nookie under the Midnight Sun.

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Her bright eyes examined his face closely, as if she was trying to see if this was some kind of trick to impress her. “You’re a very complicated man, Erik Costanov.”

He shook his head. “I’m as simple as they come. I believe in the golden rule, and I try to live by it.”

She knocked him off balance by crawling across his legs and straddling him, her butt resting on his thighs. He lay very still, afraid to scare her, but savouring the sensation of her weight on top of him.

“What are you doing?” There, that managed to come out sounding reasonably intelligible. Damn, he spoke seven languages and right now English didn’t seem to be one of them. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth.

She wiggled a little closer and he bit back a groan. Her hot core now rested against his groin and his cock rose like new bread in an oven. “I want to kiss you.”

Hallelujahs rang in his brain. Holy freaking exclamations of jubilation, rejoicing and unending glee broke out in a full chorus. But when he spoke, he delivered a measured, “Okay.”

She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his, and the electric sensation he’d felt before when they kissed buzzed through his torso and up his spine to his brain. Before he knew it, he’d buried the fingers of one hand in her hair, moving her the way he wanted her, while the other wrapped around her body to pull their torsos together. Her sweetness filled his senses, tantalizing his taste buds with the desire for more. Eager noises rose from her as their tongues brushed.

The night remained warm, and they both wore only shorts and T-shirts. Having a barrier between them was torture. He broke off their kiss, sat with her still straddling him, and whipped off his shirt.

Her eyes bulged for a second before she reached down to caress his abdomen, the fleeting strokes tormenting him even as he savoured his mate finally, finally touching his skin again.

“Please take off your shirt.” His voice cracked, he needed this so much. He closed his eyes against the disappointment of her saying no, then the rustle of fabric hit his ears. When he looked again, she still wore her bra, but the creamy smoothness of the rest of her skin more than made up for that small disappointment. He touched her reverently, stroking from her hips up the gentle indent of her waist until he covered the swells of her lace-covered breasts. She sucked in a gasp as he rubbed his thumbs in small circles over her nipples, the tips beading to tight points that stabbed his flesh through the fabric. “You’re beautiful.”

He ignored the driving urge to roll her over and take her, and instead slipped his hands back around her torso so their lips met again.

They kissed leisurely, exploring each other’s mouths and necks, tongues stroking, teeth nibbling.

Erik wasn’t sure how long they sat there and frankly, he didn’t give a damn. He’d waited his whole life for her, and they were finally doing what his wolf had been howling at him to do for days.

Although the beast was going to be sorely disappointed when they didn’t go all the way.

Maggie’s breathing grew more rapid and she squirmed against him, her mound rubbing his groin like a firebrand. When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed her by the ass and adjusted her until he was happy. He ground them together again and again, and she moaned in his ear.

Damn, he was going to come right like this if he didn’t watch it.

So he lifted her and undid her belt.

She slapped at his hands. “What are you doing?”

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“Take off your pants.”

“Erik, we can’t—”

He was on fire with a desperate need. “We’re not having sex but I need to touch you. Take them off, now.” She hesitated for just a second, then unzipped and dropped both her panties and her shorts, stepping out of the legs where they bunched around her ankles. She stood there, bare-naked except for her bra, with her pussy right in front of him and he had no power to resist.

He clutched her ass and buried his face between her legs. She cried out softly but he was too busy to warn her to stay quiet. Her sweet scent drew him, and he separated the curls covering her with his tongue and licked the length of her slit. Oh Lord, she tasted good. Her flavour raced through him and drugged his senses. He pressed his tongue into her pussy as far as it would go, lapping at the cream coating her passage.

She rocked against his mouth, opening her legs wider, her fingers clutching his head. The arm he’d wrapped around her ensured she stayed right where he could reach and delve into her body. She made the most delicious noises, and he stopped to take a deep breath and enjoy the sensation of holding her intimately.

“More,” she demanded.

“Yes.” He slipped a finger into her depths and suckled her clit with his mouth.

“Yessss…” Her hiss of agreement trailed off into the contented rumble of a wolf being petted and he smiled.

The road to hell is paved with heavenly desire…

Angelic Avenger

Angelic Avengers, Book 1

Fetch a soul? No problem. Quell a little shape shifter rebellion? She can do that, too. Just an average day in the afterlife of Arabella “Bella” Morrison. Or, what she hopes will become an afterlife after restoring the cosmic imbalance caused by her suicide over a love affair gone bad.

Protect a willful fallen angel? That takes a little more teamwork than she’s accustomed to.

Especially when the team includes Gray Devereau, a sexy, half-breed angel who’s got an eye on her—in more ways than one. Their attraction could set fire to Heaven itself. Normally not a problem for Bella, but Gray’s sights are set on something more than a fly-by-night affair.

Save mankind from chaos? Bring it on. Let her heart trust a man enough to love again? It’ll be a cold day in hell…

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Warning: Sexy angels running amok. Heroine hell-bent on saving the world, the rules be damned.

Hero bent on making her his, come hell or high water.

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The drive to Kennesaw Nursery took a little over half an hour. Not because the distance was all that great, but because the DOT never seemed to get over the whole “let’s rip up another section of I-75” mentality. It gave me a chance to catch up on Orifiel’s songbird’s drama. It was the standard, I suppose, and I found myself wondering when women were going to wise up and realize men weren’t worth it.

Wait, this is me talking. Never mind.

I will say one thing about modern technology, not a single person blinked at watching me talk to myself as I drove. In the days of hands-free headsets and cars wired with cell phones, it wasn’t anything unusual. Sometimes, it’s good to remember things that are normal for some are extraordinary for others. The tiny innovations I discovered always managed to surprise me. I was smiling over that little quirk as I parked my second-hand sedan.

Granted, my bank account was paid whenever I needed it, but I saw no reason to squander the funds on flashy things. My Toyota was perfectly acceptable for what little toying around I needed to do. It wasn’t as if my commute to work was fuel driven, after all.

I was still smiling when I headed to the main building, only to hesitate as I heard a sultry voice coming from one of the greenhouses.

“She likes to sing to the trees.”

My invisible companion smiled widely, knowing I couldn’t answer him out in the open like this.

Since I wasn’t looking forward to the odd looks I got when I talked to myself, I strolled off in the direction of the voice. I had to admit she did sing with an undercurrent of joy that would attract people to her like moths to flame. She was the first person I’d ever heard who could claim a voice like an angel and be honest about it. Glancing around quickly and seeing no one, I decided to take the risk, anyway, as I headed toward the doors of the greenhouse.

“Laugh it up, big guy, and we’ll see how much further I take this beyond the letter of the promise.

Oumph.”

I blinked as I staggered backwards and looked up at the chest I’d bounced off. My gaze wandered over the man, taking in his conservative suit complete with a silk tie in a double Windsor knot, and moved on up to the sharp cleft in the perfect chin and the dimple winking out of an extremely kissable face.

Hubba hubba didn’t even begin to cover it.

Now, it takes a guy who tops over ten on the scale to set me back, so that should tell you where this one ranked. What knocked me over, though, wasn’t his debonair persona, but the magic aura fairly oozing off him. It was very nearly a tangible thing. There are few things the soulless can count as a weakness, but for me, it was the force of that magic as it shimmered with all the force of his life essence. He had to be at least a half-breed, if not more. The shock of touching all that force told me that.

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Blue eyes stared into mine and I fought back all sorts of embarrassingly stupid comments. I was opening my mouth to spout one, without a doubt, when he spoke first, thus saving me from myself.

Oh yeah, Bella, impress the man by gawking like a schoolgirl. Good job.

“You know, they lock up people who talk back to the little voices in their heads.”

I blinked and snapped my mouth shut. Stepping back from him, I frowned as I pulled my self-respect back around me.

“Yeah, well, sometimes it’s nice to talk to someone who’ll listen.”

A smile tugged at his lips and I found myself smiling back. It had been a long time since I’d had a man tease me. Well, a man that I could do something about, anyway.

“Maybe you need better friends, then.”

He winked as he leaned forward. I had a brief moment of insanity where I thought he was going to step into me. The thought made me freak a little and I jumped backwards. He froze and frowned at me. The sight of his hand reaching down to pick up a large document-sized envelope made me blush crimson. He wasn’t leaning in to steal a kiss; he was reaching down to pick up the envelope I’d been too distracted to even notice he’d dropped. Two inches had never felt so tall.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I do that?”

I closed my eyes and prayed real hard. Somewhere, up there, the entire angelic world was watching me turn into a twit right before their eyes. I hoped to hell they were enjoying the show. I opened them to see the man smiling brightly back at me with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Nope. I did it all by myself. It’s not every day I get run over by a beautiful woman talking to herself.”

I glared over his shoulder to where the hidden angel was laughing at me. Oh, whoever said revenge is sweet hadn’t reckoned on me. It wasn’t going to be sweet; it was going a candy store. I wasn’t able to pull back the grin to Mr. Flirtatious, though. Something about this man made me feel giddy and a little bit as crazy as he thought I was. Too bad I was on a mission today.

“Yeah, well, sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, sir. Have a great day.”

With my head held high, I swept past him and through the doors preparing my lines as I went.

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